Sunday, October 1, 2006

On Faith

On Friday,
you asked me
about my God.
I politely ignored
your query and
listened in silence as
you mentioned your
struggle .

On Saturday,
left to wander about
the house looking for proof,
I wondered if I seemed
shallow to indulge in
a life without bibles or pews.

On Sunday,
while moving the earth
to make way for the
bulbs that won't
produce their red blooms
for at least six months,
I found,
my answer.